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How far will you go?
Prologue: part 2
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Legolas watched as the little girl hid behind a wall, either in shock or from being frightened by him. She peaked out at him but said nothing and when he took a step forward, she quickly hid away. How curious, Legolas thought. All of a sudden, he did not feel as afraid as he was when he first heard her wailing.
"Hello?" He called as he moved forwards towards her. His voice echoed, cleared and undisturbed though the walls and ceilings of the cave.
"Go away!" She answered back.
"Have you seen my sister?" Legolas asked, ignoring what she had just said as if she did not even say it. He walked silently towards her because he knew that from behind the wall, she would not be able to see him and because of his quiet footsteps, he doubt she could hear him either. When he appeared in front of her, she screamed and doubled backwards and found herself leaning agaisnt the wall, like a trapped rat.
Legolas cupped her mouth and whispered harshly," Please don't scream! There might be bats in this cave and if you scream, you will awakened them. All I want to know is if you have seen my sister."
The little girl gave a hard bite of his hand and then replied, "No." She stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms across her chest. "No, I haven't." She repeated.
"That hurt." Legolas cried softly, blowing at his hand. If there was enough light in the cave, he would probably scream at the horrid sight of teeth marks on his palm.
"Who are you?" She asked, ignoring his comment as he had ignored her earlier on.
"Legolas." He answered. "Who are you?"
"Rosie. I'm eight-years-old. How about you?" She asked again.
"I'm twelve." Legolas said, he was glad to have met someone who was younger than he was. In Imladris, he was the youngest and he was sure that when he returned to Mirkwood, he would still be the youngest.
"My older brother's thirteen. He's older than you." Rosie said, her voice carried a sense of pride for her brother.
"Well, my sister is fifty-nine, she's older than your brother, yourself and me added together." Legolas replied with a shrug. Age was something rarely mentioned when it came to his people. Everyone was so unbelievably old that it did not matter if you were 1 thousand or 2 thousand or even 3, you were just to put it very simply, old.
"Liar." The little girl said. She refused to believe someone who was twelve-years-old could have a sister who was fifty-nine.
"Its true." Legolas answered. He in turn, could not understand why she would not believe him. Which part of her being fifty-nine was strange, he did not know.
"My Papa is fifty, how can your sister be older than my Papa?" She exclaimed, her cheeks puffing up in a haughty, childish sort of way.
"You must not be elf-kind then! You are one of them." Legolas said with surprise and a tiny flash of fear crossed his heart, but it did not last long, he reminded himself that Rosie was just a little girl. However, the young elf felt a tinge of resentment towards her, he could not forget the blood and the pain. Especially the frightened screams, they were ever ringing in his mind now that he had remembered what had happened not long ago.
"One of who?" The girl asked. She too was surprised but obviously not for the same reason. What are these 'elves' that Legolas speaks of and is she one of 'them'? One of who, she asked herself.
"The murderers!" He hissed. His words were harsh and meant to hurt her, meant to hit her on her guilty spot.
"There are murderers? Where?" Rosie asked. She was confused and his tone did not affect her. She was indeed not a murderer.
"Don't act so innocent! There's only 2 kinds of people in the forest at this moment, elves and murderers. You are not an elf, therefore you must be a murderer!" He snapped. His voice echoed loudly against the walls of the cave. He had forgotten to be quiet because his emotions had taken over his right mind.
"Did you hear that?" Rosie asked all of a sudden.
"Hear what?" He asked, quite irritably.
"I... I thought I heard something move... sort of like a flutter." Rosie said worriedly. She dare not move and her breath was scarce. Legolas did the same. It almost as if he managed to even make his heart stop beating and everything went in slow motion.
And then he heard it.
"DUCK!" He screamed as he lunged forwards and pushed Rosie to the ground. He covered his head with his hands as a few hundred bats glided swiftly and strongly past their heads, barely scraping past them. The bats did not leave them alone though, they circled around the intruders and groping on their hair and flesh, whatever they could get their claws on.
"Ouch!" Rosie cried in pain and a sharp pain dug into her skin. She tried pushing the bats away with her hands but there were too many to chase away and they kept coming at her. She was so scared that big fat drops of tears started to fall uncontrollably from her eyes. Legolas too could not escape the terror she was feeling and the worst part about it was that he could hear every sound waved that were being issued by the bats and it was extremely overbearing for him. It sounded like many loud screeches in his sensitive elf ears. He was in so much pain that he fell to the ground on his knees, almost ready to beg them to stop.
But as the twelve-year-old knelt down on the ground, rather unkindly to his sore knees, he brewed up a most brilliant idea. If the bats were using multiple sound waves to transmit messages to each others, what would happen if he created a new sound wave that overpowered theirs in order to cause confusion? It was worth a go, he decided, after all, he had nothing to lose.
Slowly, with trembling hands, he pulled Rosie towards him and choked, "Rosie, scream as loudly as you can and whatever you do, do not stop until I tell you to."
Rosie stared at him in a puzzled fashion but did not give it much thought and as she was used to being told what to do and doing it, she obliged to his rather strange request. She opened her mouth and all at once, a loud, high-pitched scream blasted without warning at the animals sending them into a huge mess. Legolas had been right in his guess that the bats did use sound waves as a way of communication.
Legolas wasted no time at all in grabbing Rosie by her wrist and running. This time, he did not run towards the way he had entered, instead he took her deeper into the heart of the cave but he did not just stop there, he went on and on until he could no longer hear the bats and it was just as well because he was beginning to see a bit of light shining through from the other end of the cave and it brightened up their spirits. This made Rosie so relieved that she had stopped screaming even before Legolas had told her to stop. He did not even notice that she had stopped anyway.
"Thank you... for saving me..." Rosie panted as the children finally left the cave and found themselves on the other side, by a waterfall.
"I don't even know why I did." Legolas answered. He looked up at her and for the first time, noticed that she had gray eyes. In fact, he also noticed a lot of other things about her for the first time which he was unable to see in the darkness of the cave. She was much shorter than he was with dark red hair that fell down her back in soft waves. He had never seen anyone with gray eyes or red hair because elves did not have such traits. "You are queer looking." He mumbled under his breath.
"I am not. But you certainly are." She shot back. The little girl had never met anyone with blonde hair and blue eyes before and thought it strange, just as he did her.
"Well then, I shan't argue with you since obviously it won't do us any justice." He said with a huff.
"Obviously." Rosie giggled with a typical little girl's laugh, one which Legolas had never heard in his entire life but he was quite sure he liked it. It sounded young and refreshing and like nothing he had ever heard before. He even wished to hear her laugh again.
"Are you going home now?" He asked curiously as she started to hope on tiny stepping stones across the short plunge pool. He followed after her and sure enough, his lightfooted elven walk did not fail him and he caught up with her in no time.
"I will, after you promise me that we will be friends from now on. And that you will never ever call me a murderer again because I sure am not one." Rosie answered. Her tone was serious and her eyes looked straight into his. Legolas was sure she was not lying. He had not believed that she was ever a murderer but in his panicked state of mind, he accused her of being one before even though his heart told him that she could not be one, not now, not ever.
"Yes, of course we can be friends. And I promise you I will never call you a murderer again. You are not one, Rosie. I'm sorry I even thought of you that way." He apologized. It was a very mature statement for a twelve-year-old to make and Rosie felt glad that he was talking to her as if she were an adult. The little girl beamed.
As soon as they reached the other side of the river, Rosie tiptoed and gave Legolas a big, wet seven-year-old kiss on his cheek. She did not know how to kiss but that was exactly how she would kiss her older brother. With that, she skipped away and disappeared behind the thick forest of trees, leaving Legolas quite in a state of pleasant shock as well as wetness.
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End of prologue
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Plasmolysed cell membrane: Whoohooo! Yeah! Erm, I wrote this when I was sick so if its a little weird... please remember that I'm kinda out of my mind. You know the routine! =)
How far will you go?
Prologue: part 2
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Legolas watched as the little girl hid behind a wall, either in shock or from being frightened by him. She peaked out at him but said nothing and when he took a step forward, she quickly hid away. How curious, Legolas thought. All of a sudden, he did not feel as afraid as he was when he first heard her wailing.
"Hello?" He called as he moved forwards towards her. His voice echoed, cleared and undisturbed though the walls and ceilings of the cave.
"Go away!" She answered back.
"Have you seen my sister?" Legolas asked, ignoring what she had just said as if she did not even say it. He walked silently towards her because he knew that from behind the wall, she would not be able to see him and because of his quiet footsteps, he doubt she could hear him either. When he appeared in front of her, she screamed and doubled backwards and found herself leaning agaisnt the wall, like a trapped rat.
Legolas cupped her mouth and whispered harshly," Please don't scream! There might be bats in this cave and if you scream, you will awakened them. All I want to know is if you have seen my sister."
The little girl gave a hard bite of his hand and then replied, "No." She stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms across her chest. "No, I haven't." She repeated.
"That hurt." Legolas cried softly, blowing at his hand. If there was enough light in the cave, he would probably scream at the horrid sight of teeth marks on his palm.
"Who are you?" She asked, ignoring his comment as he had ignored her earlier on.
"Legolas." He answered. "Who are you?"
"Rosie. I'm eight-years-old. How about you?" She asked again.
"I'm twelve." Legolas said, he was glad to have met someone who was younger than he was. In Imladris, he was the youngest and he was sure that when he returned to Mirkwood, he would still be the youngest.
"My older brother's thirteen. He's older than you." Rosie said, her voice carried a sense of pride for her brother.
"Well, my sister is fifty-nine, she's older than your brother, yourself and me added together." Legolas replied with a shrug. Age was something rarely mentioned when it came to his people. Everyone was so unbelievably old that it did not matter if you were 1 thousand or 2 thousand or even 3, you were just to put it very simply, old.
"Liar." The little girl said. She refused to believe someone who was twelve-years-old could have a sister who was fifty-nine.
"Its true." Legolas answered. He in turn, could not understand why she would not believe him. Which part of her being fifty-nine was strange, he did not know.
"My Papa is fifty, how can your sister be older than my Papa?" She exclaimed, her cheeks puffing up in a haughty, childish sort of way.
"You must not be elf-kind then! You are one of them." Legolas said with surprise and a tiny flash of fear crossed his heart, but it did not last long, he reminded himself that Rosie was just a little girl. However, the young elf felt a tinge of resentment towards her, he could not forget the blood and the pain. Especially the frightened screams, they were ever ringing in his mind now that he had remembered what had happened not long ago.
"One of who?" The girl asked. She too was surprised but obviously not for the same reason. What are these 'elves' that Legolas speaks of and is she one of 'them'? One of who, she asked herself.
"The murderers!" He hissed. His words were harsh and meant to hurt her, meant to hit her on her guilty spot.
"There are murderers? Where?" Rosie asked. She was confused and his tone did not affect her. She was indeed not a murderer.
"Don't act so innocent! There's only 2 kinds of people in the forest at this moment, elves and murderers. You are not an elf, therefore you must be a murderer!" He snapped. His voice echoed loudly against the walls of the cave. He had forgotten to be quiet because his emotions had taken over his right mind.
"Did you hear that?" Rosie asked all of a sudden.
"Hear what?" He asked, quite irritably.
"I... I thought I heard something move... sort of like a flutter." Rosie said worriedly. She dare not move and her breath was scarce. Legolas did the same. It almost as if he managed to even make his heart stop beating and everything went in slow motion.
And then he heard it.
"DUCK!" He screamed as he lunged forwards and pushed Rosie to the ground. He covered his head with his hands as a few hundred bats glided swiftly and strongly past their heads, barely scraping past them. The bats did not leave them alone though, they circled around the intruders and groping on their hair and flesh, whatever they could get their claws on.
"Ouch!" Rosie cried in pain and a sharp pain dug into her skin. She tried pushing the bats away with her hands but there were too many to chase away and they kept coming at her. She was so scared that big fat drops of tears started to fall uncontrollably from her eyes. Legolas too could not escape the terror she was feeling and the worst part about it was that he could hear every sound waved that were being issued by the bats and it was extremely overbearing for him. It sounded like many loud screeches in his sensitive elf ears. He was in so much pain that he fell to the ground on his knees, almost ready to beg them to stop.
But as the twelve-year-old knelt down on the ground, rather unkindly to his sore knees, he brewed up a most brilliant idea. If the bats were using multiple sound waves to transmit messages to each others, what would happen if he created a new sound wave that overpowered theirs in order to cause confusion? It was worth a go, he decided, after all, he had nothing to lose.
Slowly, with trembling hands, he pulled Rosie towards him and choked, "Rosie, scream as loudly as you can and whatever you do, do not stop until I tell you to."
Rosie stared at him in a puzzled fashion but did not give it much thought and as she was used to being told what to do and doing it, she obliged to his rather strange request. She opened her mouth and all at once, a loud, high-pitched scream blasted without warning at the animals sending them into a huge mess. Legolas had been right in his guess that the bats did use sound waves as a way of communication.
Legolas wasted no time at all in grabbing Rosie by her wrist and running. This time, he did not run towards the way he had entered, instead he took her deeper into the heart of the cave but he did not just stop there, he went on and on until he could no longer hear the bats and it was just as well because he was beginning to see a bit of light shining through from the other end of the cave and it brightened up their spirits. This made Rosie so relieved that she had stopped screaming even before Legolas had told her to stop. He did not even notice that she had stopped anyway.
"Thank you... for saving me..." Rosie panted as the children finally left the cave and found themselves on the other side, by a waterfall.
"I don't even know why I did." Legolas answered. He looked up at her and for the first time, noticed that she had gray eyes. In fact, he also noticed a lot of other things about her for the first time which he was unable to see in the darkness of the cave. She was much shorter than he was with dark red hair that fell down her back in soft waves. He had never seen anyone with gray eyes or red hair because elves did not have such traits. "You are queer looking." He mumbled under his breath.
"I am not. But you certainly are." She shot back. The little girl had never met anyone with blonde hair and blue eyes before and thought it strange, just as he did her.
"Well then, I shan't argue with you since obviously it won't do us any justice." He said with a huff.
"Obviously." Rosie giggled with a typical little girl's laugh, one which Legolas had never heard in his entire life but he was quite sure he liked it. It sounded young and refreshing and like nothing he had ever heard before. He even wished to hear her laugh again.
"Are you going home now?" He asked curiously as she started to hope on tiny stepping stones across the short plunge pool. He followed after her and sure enough, his lightfooted elven walk did not fail him and he caught up with her in no time.
"I will, after you promise me that we will be friends from now on. And that you will never ever call me a murderer again because I sure am not one." Rosie answered. Her tone was serious and her eyes looked straight into his. Legolas was sure she was not lying. He had not believed that she was ever a murderer but in his panicked state of mind, he accused her of being one before even though his heart told him that she could not be one, not now, not ever.
"Yes, of course we can be friends. And I promise you I will never call you a murderer again. You are not one, Rosie. I'm sorry I even thought of you that way." He apologized. It was a very mature statement for a twelve-year-old to make and Rosie felt glad that he was talking to her as if she were an adult. The little girl beamed.
As soon as they reached the other side of the river, Rosie tiptoed and gave Legolas a big, wet seven-year-old kiss on his cheek. She did not know how to kiss but that was exactly how she would kiss her older brother. With that, she skipped away and disappeared behind the thick forest of trees, leaving Legolas quite in a state of pleasant shock as well as wetness.
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End of prologue
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Plasmolysed cell membrane: Whoohooo! Yeah! Erm, I wrote this when I was sick so if its a little weird... please remember that I'm kinda out of my mind. You know the routine! =)
